Free Sanctuary by Eden Bradley Page B

heat.
    â€œOh…”
    With his thumb he circled her aching clitoris, making her shiver, bringing her to the verge of climax in moments, her senses reeling.
    Yes, power indeed.
    Behind her his voice was husky, right next to her ear. “Come, Devin. Come for me. Into my hand.”
    She did, her body rocked by the force of it as pleasure shot through her. She bucked her hips into his hand, cried out. He held her tightly in his arms while she trembled all over.
    â€œThat’s it,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
    Another quick flash of pleasure at that. Good girl.
    He let her catch her breath, then, “Come on now. If I touch you again I’ll come all over you like some teenager.”
    â€œYes, please.” Had that really been her, the low, smoky voice, begging him like that?
    He laughed. “You challenge my control, girl. But it’s time to get dressed, get out of here and get you some coffee.”
    They rinsed, then stepped from the shower to dry off. He dried her himself, the nubby texture of the towel rubbing over her skin an arousing tactile experience that made her want him more than ever. She realized then that no matter how many times he made her come, she wouldn’t be satisfied until she felt him inside her body. Her sex gave a sharp squeeze at the thought.
    God, he was turning her into a nymphomaniac.
    Finally they managed to get dressed. They took the stairs down rather than waiting for the old elevator. Outside there was a brisk, salt-scented wind, but Shaye looped an arm over her shoulders, keeping her warm at his side as they walked.
    Was this supposed to feel so much like a relationship, walking out on a Saturday morning to get coffee?
    They reached her favorite spot two blocks away, a tiny café called Insomnia. There he ordered for them both and paid for the coffee, and they took a seat at a small table next to the window. Outside the city was waking up, the stores opening. The first tourists of the morning strolled by in their shorts and their San Francisco sweatshirts while Devin and Shaye sipped their coffee in companionable silence. He was the first man she could remember ever feeling this comfortable with—that they could be together without talking, yet there was never any sign of tension, of needing to fill the silence. Except that he’d left a question unanswered.
    â€œSo what did you want to talk to me about?”
    His hazel eyes locked on hers. They glowed with deep shades of amber and chocolate, and a tantalizing sheen of green. “There’s a place I want to take you, a special place.”
    â€œOh?”
    â€œI know you’re new to this, to the whole bondage and discipline thing. But I think you’d love it there. I feel you can already handle it.”
    â€œWhat is it, this place?”
    He drank from his paper cup, swallowed, and she was momentarily distracted by the working of the muscles in his throat. “Think of it as being like the Ring, but for a more sophisticated crowd. Sexual sophisticates you could call them.”
    â€œI’m hardly that sexually sophisticated.”
    â€œMaybe not in the sense they are. You have a…freshness. Something that would drive them all crazy.” He grinned. “It drives me a little crazy. But you have what it takes. I can see it in you, Devin.”
    Even his vague description sounded enticing, if a bit frightening. She had to admit she was intrigued by the combination. And if he wanted her to go anywhere with him, she would. She didn’t want to think about why. “Tell me what it’s like.”
    â€œIt’s a sort of secret society, so I can’t tell you much until you agree to go. But it’s in this old mansion. A beautiful, elegant place. The crowd ranges in age, but we’d be at the younger end of the spectrum. The people are beautiful. And it’s pretty intense, I’ll tell you that.”
    â€œIntense how?” But without even